Friday, June 4, 2010

Dream Sequence Blogfest

Woohoo, who doesn't love a blogfest? And, this one is brought to you by Amelia over at Good to Begin Well. As the title suggests, it requires a sequence of a dream from a novel. The scene I've chosen takes place at the beginning of my novel, Haven (no, it's not the first word of the novel).


The scene plays out as if I’m watching a movie. You know that point in a dream where you suddenly realise it’s a dream. Well, since I’ve had it every night – for at least a week – I’m certain this isn’t real.

It’s always the same. I stand in a church. Don’t ask me why a church – I’m not religious, I’m not even sure if I’ve ever set foot inside one. Thin streamers of light drift down through the dirt-encrusted stained glass, making spider webs glisten high up in the rafters. The few pews that remain standing sag. The rest are kindling strewn across the floor.

I move down the aisle. The floorboards creak beneath my feet. Each step launches swooning billows of dust flying through the air. I can see it. A single mirror stands isolated at the far end. Believe me, I don’t want to be anywhere near it, but my feet have a mind of their own.

The mirror is not normal. Its surface casts no reflection. All I can see beneath the glass is a vast sea of jet-black nothingness, and yet, I know something is hiding there within the shadows. Something that waits for me, watching me. That’s what scares me most.

It’s silly to be scared. I know it’s only a dream, but there is something eerily familiar about all this. And a deep longing. I can’t resist its thrall.

A growl from within the darkness rattles the glass. It could be my stomach, but I doubt it. Then, those eyes appear. Blood red, with a gaze that tears straight through my soul. I’m frozen.

‘No escape.’ A voice that doesn’t resemble anything even remotely human growls.

A smell drifts past my nose and makes my mouth water. It smells something like cinnamon and honey, but I know it isn’t. My gaze dances around the room, coming to rest on a delicate golden chalice resting on an altar beside the mirror.

Reaching out, every nerve screams I must have it. Using my other hand, I try to stop myself. I don’t want it, I just have to tell my mutinous hand that. It won’t stop. I grip the smooth stem. It pulsates with warmth. The thick crimson liquid swirls within the bowl. Raising the cup to my mouth, my heart races as the warm liquid touches my lips.

‘No escape,’ the voice sneers in a low growl.

So, that's my sequence. Stay tuned for more fun blogfests heading your way.


Charity Bradford said...

Ooo, very nice and creepy. There is so much potential here and I want to know what's going on. Or what's coming.

The only thing that jumped out to me was the "swooning billows of dust flying." I would drop the swooning because I'm not sure what that means for dust. I think of women swooning, not dust.

Otherwise, I would read more of this story. Great job!

sarahjayne smythe said...

Wow. Very creepy and most excellent dream sequence. I'd love to read more of this. :)

Kerri Cuev said...

That was GOOD!! I would love to read more too! :)

Kristen said...

I absolutely loved it! It was creepy, well-written and your descriptions were amazing! I want to know what's going on, lol!

Raquel Byrnes said...

This mirror completely freaked me out! No reflection...shaking with growls from within? Holy cow, you got me hooked. I wanted to read more.

Great entry.

Rachel said...

I really *like* the "swooning billows of dust." It's a really unique way of describing it and it stands out in a good way ;)

Unknown said...

Mutinous hand? Loved it. This was creepy. Tell her I said don't do it!

Amalia Dillin said...

Super creepy! I like that it's kind of reflective, too, I think that works really well with the repetition of no escape. Even awareness in the dream can't stop the forward momentum of it. well done!

Thanks for participating!

Laura Canon said...

I like your precise detail and the menacing tone. I'd definitely read more.

DL Hammons said...

I should have been listening to something like X-Files music when I was reading that! :) Very nice!

Dawn Embers said...

Nice work with the dream sequence. The first paragraph was a bit confusing for me, that the character explains it isn't real just because I was told it's a dream so I already assumed it wasn't real. That's the only part that tripped me a little bit.

Enjoyed reading the dream. Very different and intriguing.

Kris n' Kels said...

This was so enticing... I'm hooked for sure. I want to know EVERYTHING! lol Great sequence!

<3 Kelsey Leigh

Hayley Lovell said...

Whoa creepy, nice! That was great I'm glad I got around to posting and reading today I'm having a great time and I really enjoyed this post.

Amber Lynae said...

creepy and descriptive.

dolorah said...

Dreams that you know are dreams while they are happening are so freaky. Especially ones you've had before, and know but can't stop the next thing that happens.

Way creepy.


Roland D. Yeomans said...

Dreams are supposed to be a bit confusing at the beginning. We start in the middle of things. Or at least I do.

You did a great job of sweeping the reader into the moment of the scene. Bravo. Roland

Kristie Cook said...

Ooohhhh...spine chilling. The only thing is, the "could be my stomach" line pulls me out of the menace of the growl. Nice job!

prashant said...

I would read more of this story. Great job!
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